“City of public-houses and society spies.”
“I bore it, because it’s supposed to be the thing. And Vere rather likes it, somehow. So I let her have her fun, as long as it was fun. I didn’t intend it should ever be anything else.”
He frowned. When he did that, and his thick eyebrows nearly met, he looked all Italian.
“We did the usual things—Paris, Ascot, Scotland, and so on—till Vere had to lie up.”
“Your boy?”
“Yes; Hugo came along. I was glad when that was over. I thought she was going to die. You knew Seymour Glynd?”
“Life Guards? Killed hunting a year ago?”
Inley nodded.
“He was a great deal with us soon after Hugo’s birth. I thought nothing of it. I’d known the fellow all my life. But then one nearly always has.”
He laughed bitterly.